After leaving earth in a pathetic way, Asher finds his soul in the body of a baron's bastard son. As the last surviving member of the Ashbournes, Asher must take up the mantle and build his territory or die in the jaws of a beast or the blades of hungry nobles greedy for his territory. Luckily, he did not enter this man-eat-man world without support. [Ding! Soulbinding successfully completed.] [Would the host like to upgrade your bronze-ranked butler to a powerful silver-ranked swordsman? Yes or No.] ............. https://discord.com/invite/8Ufe4789YX
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Asher kept watching them as they rode into the city, causing the citizens to gasp in shock and awe at their magnificence.
After their parade, Lambert came into the lord's manor and found Asher waiting for him in the meeting hall.
"My lord."
Lambert, in his black armor that has two spikes, one on each pauldron, fell on one knee and hit his right fist against his chest.
"Did you see the surface?"
"I did."
He lifted up his head. "Ashkelon is below the valley in the middle of four mountains."
"What?"
Asher furrowed his brows and slowly rose to his feet.
"Mountains."
He gasped in amazement. The picture he had in mind was still that of the great plains, but if the system had altered the terrain to this extent, the price was worth it.
The mountains would drastically increase the defensive measures of the city, making it harder to conquer.
"Arrange a horse for me."